The crackling laughter
in a clunking room
with a crashing band
on their début
Toppling patrons
a snarling fight
scantily dressed ladies
goose-bump in the night
Security stands
dark at the door
free thinking radicals
spiral on the dance floor
Falling about
in a giggly drove
Time is up –
time to hit the road
A taxi is called
some resist and complain
they take their car keys
never to be seen again
© Kait King, 2015
Woww. Really like it
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Thank you so much 🙂🙏
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Great writer indeed, i like it
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Well thank you very much 😊🙏
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Thank you too
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😊
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a good message through this poem….. never drive in that state…….
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Exactly! One bad choice can cause a lifetime of hurt 🙁
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Touche. Sound arguments. Keep up the amazing work.
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The dangers of driving while intoxicated, you might make it home but more likely that you won’t. Thanks for the reminder, Kait, timely and all for the cost of waiting for a taxi.
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🙂 thanks Dave xoxo
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Fantastic write, love !!
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Thank you! 🙂 I know it scares people but it’s still what happens out there all the time…sadly just for the price of a taxi!
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